What did you do?” I mumble. He is just a few feet away from me now, but not close enough to hear me. As he passes me he stretches out his hand. He wraps it around my palm and squeezes. Squeezes, then lets go. His eyes are bloodshot; he is pale. “What did you do?” This time the question tears from my throat like a growl. I throw myself toward him, struggling against Peter’s grip, though his hands chafe. “What did you do?” I scream. “You die, I die too” Tobias looks over his shoulder at me. “I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions.

It's like he knows, he knows I have a thing for her.

Because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating.

To find that place between what I want and what I think is wise.

Stiff. That’s why you’re strong, get it? - Tobias Eaton

I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs. I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless. I am Divergent.

My heart beats so hard it hurts, and I can't scream and I can't breathe, but I also feel everything, every vein and every fiber, every bone and every nerve, all awake and buzzing in my body as if charged with electricity. I am pure adrenaline.